كم تنعَّمتُ في الهوى وشقيتُ

كم وكم متُّ فيه ثم حييتُ

How much I reveled in love and suffered in it,

How often I died in it and came back to life.

إن أكن ربما سخطتُ على الده

ر لذنبٍ فطال ما قد رضيتُ

If I was perhaps angry with fate for some sin,

I have long been content with whatever befell me.

نغص اللَهُ حاسداً نغص العي

شَ وقد طال للحبيب المَبيتُ

May God torment the envious one who poisons life,

For the beloved's night has been long.

ما يريد الحسودُ منّا ولكن

كلُّ شيءٍ من المَقيت مَقيتُ

The envious want nothing from me, rather

Everything from a hated one is hateful.